Romancing my commute
Apr. 25th, 2007 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenThis morning's commute made me wax a little sentimental. We commuters waved down the bus to stop, and I got on the bus as usual. Luckily there were two free seats toward the front. I was expecting a neighbor for the commute sometime later because I had an empty seat next to me. I was hoping for a small-statured girl to sit next to me. Otherwise, if a guy who had a 44" or 46" chest sat next to me, I'd be spilling into the aisle and that woulda been uncomfortable. This small Asian girl boarded the bus and sat next to me. We were both happy for the next 30 minutes with plenty of room to spare.
At one point in the commute, the bus was pointing downhill, the morning skyline of Manhattan providing the backdrop for the scene. A business-suited woman was dashing across the street, a colorful silk scarf trailing her in the breeze, to catch the bus followed by a suit-clad man, tie flapping in the same breeze, clutching a briefcase. It was a picture that has been hard to forget all day. That moment seemed to bundle feelings of destination, stress, Spring, responsibility, and even anonimity into a living glimpse into a New Yorker's life.
At one point in the commute, the bus was pointing downhill, the morning skyline of Manhattan providing the backdrop for the scene. A business-suited woman was dashing across the street, a colorful silk scarf trailing her in the breeze, to catch the bus followed by a suit-clad man, tie flapping in the same breeze, clutching a briefcase. It was a picture that has been hard to forget all day. That moment seemed to bundle feelings of destination, stress, Spring, responsibility, and even anonimity into a living glimpse into a New Yorker's life.
